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World Hepatitis Day is celebrated every year, on 28th July. The above day helps raise awareness about the disease hepatitis and how it is caused and its symptoms. Here, you can find the quotes, messages as well as slogans related to World Hepatitis Day.
Quotes relating to Hepatitis Day
1. Hepatitis doesn't always present symptoms- Karen Gonzales
2. People are reticent to give a newborn the hepatitis B vaccine and often delay it- Paul A. Offit
3. I love Fear Factor, but I think they're running out of fears. It's only a matter of time before they're sitting around doing shots of Hepatitis C- Dave Attell
4. There has been a treatment for hepatitis C, but the treatment has not been overwhelming effective, number 1. And number 2, it has had considerable toxicity- Anthony S
5. There is a growing need to make people aware of the severity of the disease in the region. People need to be extra careful, as it is one of the regions where infection with hepatitis B virus (HBV) is common- Dr. RS Verma
World Hepatitis Day: Messages
• Let us learn to protect ourselves from Hepatitis diseases on World Hepatitis Day.
• Get vaccinated on World Hepatitis Day and prevent yourself from falling prey to any of those Hepatitis diseases.
• One can easily avoid Hepatitis by staying a little bit cautious and following healthy practices.
• It is high time that we take a lesson from all the deaths that are caused due to Hepatitis every year.
• You won't be able to see the symptoms of Hepatitis every time, so beware and raise awareness about the disease Hepatitis on World Hepatitis Day.
World Hepatitis Day: Slogans
• Love your liver and live longer
• Get tested early and stay healthy longer
• Prevent Hepatitis: It's up to u
• u are Hepatitis Warrior
• Throw it before it throws u
Conclusions
Prevention Is Better Than Cure:
Prevention is better than Cure. life energy is the key to health. It prevents and cures diseases. Longevity is consistent care of life energy.An accident is often caused by an attempt to prevent one.Prevention by severing the chain is the immediate solution.Some people do not afford a healthy diet and lifestyle because of their health insurance.
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This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor.
~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~
Liver and onions,
Minced meat pie.
Drinking beer from a can,
Celebrating the 5th of July.
I’ll do away with Haggis,
Kiviak and Sheepshead Smalahoue.
Rocky Mountain Oysters,
Escargot and Fuhu.
Escamoles and fried Tarantula,
Jellied Moose and Airag.
Gaeng Kai Mot Daeng,
and baked polliwog.
Chocolate-covered bacon,
Candy corn or a root beer float
Goodbye Goober burgers,
and pickled ear of goat.
Koolickles, popsicles,
Hominy grits and Spam.
Frog’s eye salad and Turducken,
Tapioca and jellied Ham.
But on this Valentine's Day my dear,
know that there is one thing that's very true.
I'd rather give up my chance to go to Heaven,
then spend a single minute without you.
[An anti -victim blaming project]
[“He was asking for it with those clothes,” the officer said, pointing at the black shorts he wore. It was torn at the bottom, with knotted hems and hanging strings from his shaking silhouette. A spectating officer nodded, turning to him and grunting, “Make sure to cover up— maybe then, this won’t happen.” A sigh escaped the sheriff’s mouth, as he was excused, trembling with his head down. What he felt was not only fear, but shame, shame for ‘not being a man–’ shame for being raped.]
[A child sat down; she was bruised, yet smiled softly, her wide eyes looking up at a stranger. They had asked for her story. “I…” she started, “was raped.” Her gaze shifted down as her thumbs ran over another, before continuing– “My teacher.. did it to me. He told me that he needed help in the bathroom; I mindlessly followed him,” she said, smiling softly as if it was nothing. “When I went into the stall, he locked the door behind us, before my body was taken. I told my dad; he said that it was normal for women, and that I should learn to deal with it. I told my mom, but she said that I was developing, and my teacher was simply admiring me. She treated me as ungrateful for not enjoying the ‘compliments’ he left me with. But it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have been careless.” The little girl stood up, before looking the stranger in the eyes– her expression was blank, yet you could tell what she was thinking. She bowed before exiting the train, leaving the stranger with many thoughts.]
And people the audacity to question why sexual assault isn’t reported. It’s their fault until it’s your child, your friend, your sibling, your mom; you.
If I stab you because you’re not wearing armor, is it your fault?
If I throw you in a river because you don’t have a swimsuit, is it your fault?
If I throw a knife at you because you don’t have a shield, is it your fault?
If I strangled you because you’re not wearing a scarf, is it your fault?
To blame a victim is to attempt to compensate for the lack of self control that others have.
I have always had a strong dislike for the A.C.L.U.
As a poem I wrote earlier reveals by stating what's true
As they are continually pushing away the Hand of God
Do they not know the ground upon on which they trod
And now feeling all high and mighty on their pointed little perch
They are now going all in by attacking the Pope and His Church
Oh how easy it would be for anyone of us to sit back and criticize
But to hear it coming from their lips is something I truly despise
In their attempt to have every Cross taken down in this land
What they can't realize is that God's plan is so far more grand
And while God has created them and will destroy them as such
Many are the one's who will ultimately end up missing His Touch
The weight of their immorality crushes any begotten good
That's one thing that all of our Founding Fathers understood
That we were all created equal by God's very own Hand
I can only turn and cringe as against the Almighty they stand
If I said what I really thought all the time,
I know for sure it would blow your mind,
I'm open and yet at the same time can stay hidden,
I take the time to analze my own thinking,
I don't jump ahead when things look bad,
I pay attention to detail and everything that's said,
I've picked out things others have not,
I've been complimented on my intelligence and have been called smart,
Sometimes I wondered if it was a blessing or a curse,
Many times I had to make difficult choices or ended up hurt,
Love led me to honesty in so many ways,
And if it never did, I wouldn't have seen change,
If I never stepped out, or made an attempt to try,
My heart would stay broken, and ide be living a lie,
With a what if, or could of should of standing in my way,
To intimidate what's been put on my heart to say,
You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question.
In your bed, under cover, you become a distracted lover.
In your heart of emotion, say -- am I your slightest notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.
With fists, I attempt holding all that uncertainty flies
before looking in your eyes of such vague, scattered tries.
Am I your any place … does my touch leave any trace?
Gray skies, sad sighs and sensual thrills vary heat of will.
My desire to see truth yearn, stretches to see you turn.
Gentle lavender-laced, fancy dreams hang on low rafters.
They offer ease of capture - now winds may lay them blown
cause your cupid air dancers twirl aloof in passion’s cologne.
Do gray skies, sad sighs and sensual thrills tarry now to kill?
In your heart of emotion, do you stir honesty’s notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.
Am I your any place …. do you see precious on my face?
You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question …
and, baby, I’m a slooow burn, baby,
I'm … just a slooow burn.
Ripples shadow-sway across waves, casting gray over days.
Vague gauze designs play tag inside multi-mazed blinds.
Feeling comes and goes, slides and grows, I’m tossed ..........
you twist, but -------
..… mostly I’m a slooow burn.
CHASING FOOTPRINTS
Some feet are bigger than others
none bigger than those
left by your brothers -
that you tried to fill.
The foot that Dad
would put “right up ‘ur ****”
and the one Mom said
you must put forward.
The meter and feet
we poetically treat
in attempt to conform
to rhythm and beat.
One foot we must
“take out of our mouth”,
while trying to get
“one foot in the door”.
Footprints that litter
the sands of our mind
that cannot be followed
by looking behind.
The foot of the stairs
the foot of the bed
the footsteps of night
the footsteps of dread.
Huge footprints of carbon
Al Gore and his ilk
charging the cows
for the grass to make milk.
One foot on the gas
One foot on the brake
one looking to give
one looking to take.
So don’t judge the size
or the depth of the root
nor measure the soul
by the size of the boot.
John G. Lawless
submitted to – BIGFOOT (A Poet Destroyer contest)
I cry unto you, and still my tears go unnoticed, why do you crave my attention to spurn
me when I step forward?
My hands dig into the soil, earth crumbles through my fingers, the stains of mud cling to
my fingernails, as dirty and soiled as my soul.
I am Scarred by your hatred of my weakness, though my weakness be you, despising myself
for my need, yet succumbing to it's call.
The knife cuts deeper into my flesh, yet my wounds bleed your blood, my veins hold no life
force of their own, the same knife that carves your name upon my shame.
Under a veil of deception you tease and taunt my yearnings, my longing for that which
evades me at each turn.
No-more shall you take from me, that which brings release to my spirit,I also prepare for you.
Salvations saving grace, by the hand that once was held within your's, to this I solemnly vow.
This night I deliver unto you my word, you will hear my call, tonight I will not be turned
away.
The knife has been sharpened by your viscous tongue, yes tonight I give you my word, as
this dagger severs your throat.
I delight in the attention you now attempt to offer me, Mercy is the word you give to me,
too late, it's too late.
As I raise the dagger once more, under the weeping silhouette of the moon, I again give
unto you my word, and my word is death.
help me if you can, cuz salutary
hans solo impossible missions
fall short asper this mwm to break free,
thus Siam game for heroic measures to wrest
sill loose, gnome hatter
remaining time on Earth
strong arm gull lancing tactics
aye need to vest
from perverted imps stranglehold
upon healthy existence
will resort to extreme thine body electric
(serves as kool aid base sic acid) test
hosting ocd (analogous to a
suckling leech happy fiend)
disallowing this mwm
(similar to Sir Issac Newton) begs to take a rest
nurses nourishment feeding off host
(thyself) linkedin, sans sybaritic symbiotic,
excising unhealthy sycophantic relationship
long term ultimate quest
shucking loose obsessive pest
compulsive disorder moocher
drilled deep into psyche tub billed a nest
which bred a hardy crop that messed
up with my enjoying life tooth ha max,
viz parasitic, opportunistic,
narcissistic fealty must stop lest
asphyxiation undermines ability to jest
as if deadly poison
this chap (as a kid) accidentally did ingest
hence this attempt at plaintive pleading
for mental health professional
took hum at my be hest
a much more welcome guest
versus nemesis grounded rivaling mount Everest
that tis all i write unloading off my chest
an agile, fertile, and nimble sprite
who already out best
this scrivener, now completed poem
confiding bugaboo aye attest.
Form:
Those days.....
When men didn't attempt to cage the lion,
Domesticate the cobra or try to play god
Those days when men didn't dog breed, cat breed,
Moon walk or day dream
Nature wouldn't bark so violently
With climate change, earth quakes and Tsunamis
Those days when men knew the value of palmwine, kola nut,
Utaba and it's efficacy...the insidious aroma
Of smoked yam, dipped in palm oil, pepper and salt, rattled
Our air pipe under the comfortable thatch
Of raffia palm and Bamboo sticks;
Chop sticks were alien to us
Those days.....
When a hunter would not dare return home
Empty handed for fear of being labelled efulefu
Those days when loin cloth wrapped around our sacred neck;
Gray hair, bald head, and silver stricken beard
Oozed wisdom, knowledge and understanding
Those days.....